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bed.
    Constantine reached out to touch Owen then noticed his hand trembling. He clenched his hand into a fist, and then let it relax before again trying to gently brush the soft strawberry-blond curls back from Owen’s face.
    Owen was such a beautiful man. Anyone would be proud to be mated to him. The human factor wasn’t even an issue for Constantine . It didn’t matter to him. His mate was human, and that made humans important as far as he was concerned.
    I would have loved you so much . Constantine dropped his head onto the mattress.
    He couldn’t believe how badly he’d fucked things up. He had fate’s most precious gift in the palm of his hand, and he threw it away because he was an asshole. There were times when Constantine hated being a Delta wolf.
    He would have much rather been a simple pack member. He wouldn’t even care if he had no standing in his pack. At least he would have had a pack and not the lonely existence he’d experienced his entire life. He was so tired of being alone.
    Even with Christian being in his life, Constantine knew he’d never fully feel whole. A part of him would always be missing. That part could only be filled by Owen, and Owen didn’t want him.
    Well, he could do nothing about it now. Owen had made his desires perfectly clear, and Constantine knew he needed to respect them. He certainly hadn’t done anything else for the guy.
    Constantine opened his eyes and raised his head. He started to push himself off the floor when he spotted soft moss-green eyes watching him. Constantine settled back down on the floor and smiled.
    “Hi,” he whispered.
    “Hi,” Owen whispered back.
    “Did you get any rest?”
    “Some.” Owen nodded and pointed to the man sleeping behind him. “Christian is running a little hot, so it was hard to get comfortable. I think he’s healing though. He seems to be sleeping pretty hard.”
    Constantine raised his head and looked over Owen’s body. Sure enough, Christian looked like he was out cold, but the bruises on his face were fading. “Sleep is good for him. It will help speed the healing process.”
    “Yeah, I kind of figured as much.”
    “Are you hungry? I brought food.”
    “I could eat.”
    Full of regret that they couldn’t keep speaking in such an intimate tone, Constantine climbed to his feet and walked back across the room to grab the bag of food he’d brought back for Owen and Christian. He carried it over to a small table and sat down.
    Owen sat down across from him and watched him pull items out of the bag. “It’s not fine cuisine, but it will fill you up,” he said when Owen stared at the burgers Constantine laid on the table.
    “Food is food,” Owen said, picking up one of the burgers. He took a bite, then chewed, and nodded after a moment. “I’ve had worse.”
    Constantine didn’t quite know what to say to that. He realized that he basically knew nothing about Owen beyond his ability to have visions. Maybe he could fix that? “How long have you been having visions?”
    Owen’s wary eyes snapped up to meet Constantine ’s. He swallowed and took another bite of his hamburger. Once he’d chewed that bite, he lowered his eyes again. “I’ve been having visions pretty much as long as I can remember.”
    “Do they hurt?” Constantine was fascinated by Owen’s single, arched eyebrow as the man regarded him.
    “No, but you’re the first person that ever asked that.” Owen shrugged. “They’re not always pleasant, but they don’t exactly hurt.”
    “Do you ever have good visions?”
    The blush that filled Owen’s face spoke volumes to Constantine . He wanted to ask more, and he wanted to know what made Owen’s face flush red. He wanted to know if he showed up in those visions. He couldn’t ask.
    Constantine fingered the hamburger wrapper and he tried to figure out what to ask Owen next. He wanted the man to keep talking, to learn more about him. He just didn’t know what to ask next.
    “Did you mean